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* Age: 50
* Height: 6'8"
* Weight: 190 lbs
* Eye Color: Copper
* Hair Color: Blond
* Notable Features: Red tattoo on left cheek, facial scars

Arandur was born into a noble elven household, a family of Rangers whose history spanned generations. Like most elvish youths, he spent his first couple decades wallowing in pleasurable pursuits, but mellowed out a bit when he got drafted into the army at age 20. He served for 30 years, campaigning under general Aphaderuiondur against the goblins to the north before taking a desk job during his last 5 years of service.

Now 50 years old into his 500+ year life expectancy, Arandur is still young by elvish standards and ready for a wife. As the only son and heir to the Nostarion household, his family pressured him to marry and spawn children to carry on their legacy. While human spouses are generally frowned upon, given the dearth of eligible elvish women, the family has permitted it.

While I will not delve too deply into personality, since that's to be discovered in-story, there are a few things you may wish to know about him up front. He's a touchy-feely sort of guy and has no problem wrapping his arms around a girl he likes. Some people describe him as a kind person, but it's more good acting than anything else. He cares a lot less about people than he lets on, and for pragmatic reasons, he actively challenges his apathetic instincts so as to gain useful friends and allies.

There is one person, however, for whom he cares a bit more...